Creepiest thing that has happened to you that you can not explain?

I've just remembered another one. When I was little my mum had a lovely jewellery box which we weren't allowed to touch. I decided one day, when mum was at work, to try on one of her necklaces. I couldn't get it off and panicked and pulled it off my neck. It snapped and terrified I hid it in a box in the living room that was built to hide the tv wires. I put the bolt on the box and promptly forgot about it.
A few weeks later my mum asks if either of us have seen her necklace. I ummed and ahhed and then told her I'd found it on the floor and put it in the box for safe keeping. She goes over, pulls out the necklace and it's in perfect condition. I dont know how or why it magically fixed itself. Just remember saying "thank you" very quietly as she put it on.

I rented an old cottage that was a listed building dating from the 1700's. I felt it was a happy house, but it had a strange reputation amongst the neighbours. My dh said he had woken in the night to see a figure by the bedside on a number of occasions which I put down to bad dreams.

After a while, I started to hear footsteps and occasionally traditional music upstairs. One night I heard it and was determined to find out it's source. It was the middle of winter and I got up, checked the house and attached barn and even went out into the garden. I could still hear it faintly but not the source at all. I would sometimes shout upstairs for whoever/whatever was there to shut up.

One morning I got up, went downstairs and in the living room where there was a big inglenook I could smell a strange odour. It was the smell of when you decorate and strip wallpaper. I actually got ladders with my dd and sniffed along the walls to see if I could figure out what the hell it was. I rang a surveyor I worked with a the time and asked him if he could come up with a damp meter that weekend - he was a friend. He checked everything out and there was no damp whatsoever. He did comment he felt he could detect an odd odour and atmosphere.

Sometime afterwards, an elderly neighbour asked how we had settled in and tellingly said "I have you heard them yet".

Shortly after that my dh came to pick me and the girls up late at night following a trip to a pantomime. He was quiet during the journey home and told me the "people upstairs" had been particularly noisy and disruptive that evening.

I never felt fear, just felt the previous occupants had found it hard to move on. Strange property with a great many owners over the last twenty years. No-one stays long.

I'd not long started seeing the chap I married and he was working late and asked me to pick him up and he'd come and stay over the weekend. When I picked him up he said he was hungry so we went to my local Chinese takeaway. When we got in there slumped at the counter was an older man in his 60's slurring his words and very obviously extremely drunk. Me and my other half ordered (drunk guy wittering in the background) and stepped back from the counter and continued our conversation. Then we realised the drunk man was saying "excuse me, can I interrupt please"? We both realised he was suddenly standing up very straight and speaking very clearly and with a very different polite accent. He said to my OH, "you better take care of her, I'm watching, she's precious. No more games, I mean it" and then the guy slumped and my OH caught him and he was back to the drunk wittering guy. The woman taking the orders said "wtf just happened"!? We still can't explain it.

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My husband inherited the house from his Aunt. His cousin/best friend had died of cancer in the house a few months before her. So the house went to him. My husband firmly believed that there was no afterlife or anything. That once your dead thats it. The cousin would always say to him if there was more after death he would find away to let him know.
A couple of years later I met my husband and moved in. I would hear noises like someone was walking around the spare room. The spare room had been the cousins bedroom and he died in there. I never went in there. I hated the room and always kept the door shut. These movement noises became bangs. My husband never heard these noises. My sister and her husband came to stay and slept in that room. When we woke up the next day and they were sleeping on the living room floor. They said they saw weird lights floating above them in the night. They have always refused to sleep in that room again. My husband still refused to accept there was anything odd happening. The noises got worse. One night I was alone in bed and I could hear voices coming from that room. I had the cat with me and he could hear it too. He freaked me out by hissing at the door.
Eventually my husband did start to hear the noises. Then he had a CD appear in his stereo. I was out and he had been using it a short while before. So he had no idea how the CD had got in there. The CD had a connection with his cousin. He had not seen it in years.
My husband waited till I was out one night. Then sat in the room with a candle and spoke to his cousin. He told him he had got the message. We have not had a problem since. I now regularly use that room. I even sleep in there in my husbands snoring.

I've had a lot of supernatural experiences due to being very open as a child and trying to continue to connect as an adult.
The most terrifying for me was my childhood home. Top of the stairs always terrified me, like shaking, almost peeing myself. This was where my sister and I would stand listening to our step dad beating my mum. Years after mum finally broke free of him that part of the house had some how held onto that negativity. One of my mums friends came to the house, we always had an open house, she went to the bathroom. Came downstairs and left immediately. Said she couldn't be in the house until "that thing has gone" referencing to the stairs.
After I moved out my mum decided to get a bungalow and due to the house being adapted for my sister she stayed.
Now, whatever it was has gone. I can only imagine it was linked with my mum and her leaving made it go away.

More positive experiences have been my great nan being here with me since her passing. She isn't here now, I think she is with my sister since she finally had her much longed for baby.

Another positive was when I was going to take my life and I screamed out loud for help. I was sobbing, heart racing and in more pain than I could ever imagine. I know now that I was having a breakdown. But suddenly I felt a calm wash over me and stopped what I was doing and messaged my beat friend. I believe it was my grandma who passed a few days after my birth.

I've felt other presences too, mostly good but one bad in a friend house. I had a terrifying image of her father in my mind when I first met him. I refused to ever go in her house again. A few months later he tried to kill her, her mum and himself.

Since then I've trusted my gut and it has never seen me wrong. When I've ignored it I have been very sorry for it.

I forgot to say, he told me the figure was standing behind me, waiting for me to go.

As a nurse for over 20 years, I have had quite a few ‘moments’ over that time. I can recall countless occasions when I have been caring for end of life patients, where the patient seems to have held on until they have managed to see their last visitor, then shortly after that final relative leaves, the patient slips away, could be coincidental but I like to think there is some choice making at the time.
One of my patients did spook me one night though. He was in a side room and the door had a glass window in it. This man was nearing the end of his life, and I had been trying to go into him more regularly, he had not slept well for a long time and quite often sat chatting to him in the small hours. I had gone into his room and then stood just inside with my back to the door, saw he was awake and told him I was just checking in to see if he was ok. The patient looked at me with a terrified look on his face, I asked him what was wrong, and said I was there with him, we could see the night out together, I said that night time was always a difficult time when we are worried because everything seems worse at night. The patient carried on looking straight at me, almost through me, then he said “It’s not the night I am scared of, it’s him”, I asked him who he meant, his reply was “The tall, dark, figure. The one with the hood on, and the staff in his hand. He wants to take me, but I’m not ready yet, not yet”. I just stood there, forcing a smile as I moved towards my patient, I was too terrified to turn around! I think the patient sensed this, because he commented that he could see I didn’t want to turn around, so I did and caught my own reflection in the door window! Pulled myself together after that and sat with him for a good while, when I left his room, I had to walk the length of the dark corridor, my heart rate definitely raised that night. That dear man passed away 2 nights later, I was there and I am glad to say he went peacefully and without fear.

This is a weird one.....

I was around fifteen years old and was staying with my family in a holiday cottage in the North York Moors.

Our holiday cottage was the only property in a remote valley down a very steep road with a ford at the bottom. There was very little passing traffic and few walkers.

Our family of five went for our usual walk, tracing the bubbling brook down the bottom of the wooded valley following an overgrown walking track. On either side of the path, there was a small section of deep undergrowth before the valley rose up sharply.

Suddenly, we heard horses hooves nearby. It was as clear as day. The sound was close but came from deep in the undergrowth alongside the path. A male voice then shouted ‘where are you?’ We replied shouting ‘here! Where are you?’ This went on a few times, when suddenly the horse and rider seemed to disappear and was no longer there.

We were somewhat shaken and spent some time trying to work out where he could have come from but we couldn’t explain how a horse and rider could be in that isolated, overgrown spot and then suddenly disappear.

Maybe it was some kind of portal to another time? Who knows? Any suggestions?

Orbs floating up the stairs amd around the bedroom

Mine is a creepy but nice one. Years ago I had just split up from my bf whom I had been in a long term relationship with - we were planning to marry etc. I went to a shopping centre one day not long after we'd split and went for lunch in a cafe. I was sat there feeling a bit sad and thinking to myself "I'm never going to meet anyone else" and other such things one is prone to think when a relationship ends - when suddenly an old lady appeared beside me and said "hello dear, listen I know you'll think im daft but I just need to tell you that I know you're upset now but it's really for the best because you're going to meet the love of your life and have a big family! You're going to be really happy" I just sat there in surprise and a man appeared at her side and said "c'mon now mum". He looked at me and said "Sorry love" and led her away. I forgot all about it and found it amusing as I wasn't sure I wanted dc's anyway!

About two weeks later I met my now DH in a bar, we've been together 20 years and have ended up having 4 dc's! I didn't think about the lady until years later but it's the most "woo" thing that's happened to me!

This happened to a friend, but I still get goosebumps when I think about it.
A group of us round at her house, having a few drinks, got round to strange things that had happened to us.
She said when her Son was small ( 4 ish ),( he is now around 20 yrs old)., they would put him to bed, and go downstairs. He never had sleep problems and usually went straight off.
A few times they’d be sitting there and hear footstepsupstairs. Thinking son was out of bed, her husband would go to stairs to go up and see, and a few times saw a small figure just disappearing back into Sons bedroom.
Her husband would rush upstairs but each time the Son was definitely fast asleep in bed.
Apparently this happened a dozen or so times over a year. Nothing was ever said to Son as it eventually stopped.
Fast forward to around 16 years later.Son , still living at home, came back from a night out and decided to sleep on settee. My friend and OH were in bed. She said they were woken around 2 pm by Son screaming. They went down stairs and he was shaking with fear. When asked what was the matter, he said he had been asleep and something made him wake up. Standing beside him was a small child just smiling at him.
He said it looked like the little boy that came to see him in his bedroom when he was little.
When my friend did a bit of research, it turns out that their house and others were built on the site of an orphanage that had stood there around 150 years before.
Still gives me the creeps when I think of it.

My first job after I finished my nurse training was working nights on a care of the elderly ward, The ward was separate from the main hospital and if a patient died in the night we would have to go with the porter to take the patient to the mortuary. After putting the body in the fridge the porter would leave you to complete the paperwork and make your own way back to the ward. It was not a task I enjoyed. One of the HCA's I worked with was particularly tough, nothing frightened her, she was one of my favourite people to work with. She had worked on the ward since it opened and told me a story about a night she worked not long after the ward opened.

A highly anxious lady had been admitted directly from home at some point during the night, she was scared she was going to die and kept pleading with the HCA to not let her die. There was no reason to believe she was going to die but unfortunately she did within a few hours of being admitted. The patient was laid out and transported to the mortuary. All the other patients were settled so the staff nurse went on her break leaving the HCA on her own (it wouldn't be allowed now but this would have been back in the 70's) . The HCA was sitting at the desk in the middle of the ward reading when a terrible storm started; thunder, lightening and heavy rain. The HCA reported that she witnessed two strikes of lightening travel down the length of the ward and after each strike there followed a screaming vision of the lady who had died. As I said nothing frightened her and she was about as non woo as you can get but she said it was the most terrifying thing she had ever seen.

I never knew what to make of it, I don't think she made it up.

I had a couple of what I can only describe as a "time slip".
The most recent was about a year and a half ago. I was babysitting for friends. I was taking my youngest ds with me and the oldest was waiting for his dad to come home from work. I was watching the time because I really didn't want to be late. I was to be there for 6, so I gave the kids dinner and set off about 5.40, popped to the shop and headed down to their house. I accidentally went the wrong way, forgetting that they had closed a road because they were knocking down a whole street of houses and in the process of building new ones, so really no reason for anyone to walk or drjve down that street. I look to my right on the deserted street and see an old lady waving frantically at me from the top of a set of steps. Just below her is her, even older husband who had fallen down them and she couldn't get him back up. I obviously stopped, ran over and helped him up, got him into the car and took them home (she wouldt let me phone anyone or call an ambulance). He seemed OK though. He was talking to me in the car, and managed to walk into the house and sit down.
Headed off to babysit for friends apologising for being late and explained what happened. They were very confused, as it was oy just after 5! I was an hour early. I still swear to this day that my phone and the car clock said it was 17.40 when I left the house. I didn't think to much of it at the time. I was just glad to have been there, who knows how long it would have been before someone else had walked down there.

I was at my sons babysitting one evening, they have a multiframe on the wall, one of the photos was my late dad I was sat looking at it for ages just remembering him when his photo slipped out of the frame before my eyes. I didn’t move from the sofa until they came home.

Wow love these stories!
Mine is a bit strange, mentioned it before in MN.
When my nanny died, at her funeral there was a massive thunderstorm and lightening hit our house, caused a small problem by blowing out the aerial socket but nothing bad. My mum said it was her mum saying goodbye and would cause a thunderstorm when she died - it was something she said regularly so the day she died, it had been coming for months, there were three supercell thunderstorms they hit the UK one where I live and another near my brother! It was 28 June 2012 - well documented storm! I'm sure it was her saying goodbye

In the past, not so much now, I used to frequently hear someone say my name.
For example, I'd be sitting on a bus and would randomly hear "lockitdown" as though someone was trying to get my attention from a few rows down on the bus.
Never aggressive, just like someone calling me from the next room.

Something completely unknown and unexplainable happened to me yesterday...

I emptied the washing basket. Completely.

I had to have a bit of a sit down.

The world righted itself however when DS bought down a whole weeks worth of dirties.

In all seriousness I have mini time slips from time to time, nothing drastic like walking into the blitz or anything but more like 15 minutes of lost time.

I live a 4 minute walk from the kids school. I left the house at 7:55am for breakfast club at 8am. I can confirm it was 7:55am as both my phone clock and the time on the screen on the morning kids TV matched.

We walked out normal route at our normal time... but didn't get to the school til nearly 8:20am. The TA commented that she thought the kids were poorly AND I was late for work so I know it was later than it should be and not just my phone giving the wrong time.

Same thing happened occasionally when walking to the bus when I was at school, would leave the house in plenty of time and arrive at the bus stop a good ten minutes after the time I should.

Very odd.

@Raccoon2020vision it does have a nasty history. What's the Irish castle?

Following!

Been reading these as I work from home and feeling quite creeped out! I keep looking over my shoulder lol. I just hope I don't remember certain stories when it's dark! Got a vivid imagination.

I just took 5 minutes to go and pluck some stray eyebrow hairs. Sat by my bed in front of the bay window, tweezers in hand and suddenly something swooped down at the window, seen in the hand mirror. It was a seagull! I just about shat myself

Thanks @SlimBig & it has another link in it to another thread too! Lots of bedtime reading later 😁

I searched it, is it on here
www.mumsnet.com/Talk/the_unexplained/2161707-Give-us-your-eerie-stories